"They'd been stalking us for day, but we never saw them. See, the place was riddled with these little holes - in the walls, in the floor, in the ceiling - and they'd use those for getting around. So, yeah, never saw them. But we knew they were there, because our stuff kept vanishing. First, I woke up and a quiver of my arrows was just gone. Little scrape marks around where it had been sitting, no other sign. Next day, Fulgrim's whining about how his food bag, with all his jerky and figs, was missing. Stuff like that. "Then, as we're climbing up out of this hole in the side of the temple, Fulgrim's the last one out, and he comes barreling out of there, swinging his torch around him like a maniac. Almost clips me in the side of the head with it. Says they started popping out of the little holes as soon as he was alone - dozens of 'em. Says they were spiders, about the size of a big rat, with the heads of bats. Maybe stingers, he says, like scorpions. Coulda had wings, maybe. He didn't stick around to find out. "We started setting double watches after that." Instinct: To collect items

• Steal an item
• Swarm over a foe